Sometimes an angel comes into your life.
If she visits a second time, I call it a blessing.
I’d adopted a scared little senior chi named Greta about seven years ago. For the first few months, Greta was terrified of me and most everyone else she encountered. My vet even had to muzzle Greta for her visits as Greta’s great fear sometimes transfered to a display of aggression when frightened.
Yet Greta’s heart would melt whenever she heard the voice of a special lady named Patty each time I had to board her.
In fact, Greta would take off in a run and leap up into her arms as soon as Patty entered the room. I began to think of Patty as a ‘chi whisperer.’
Eventually Greta did mellow and we had six wonderful years together before she passed away last year.
I had been thinking that someday I would adopt a senior dog again. Perhaps another chihuahua to keep my young chi-terrier Rex company.
Occasionally I’d research available senior chihuahuas online and had stopped by to meet a couple of them at local shelters. They were all sweet pups, but I was looking for just the right personality to mesh with my household.
I thought I would wait until spring until one rainy Friday night I spotted a special little girl on a local rescue group’s website.
In fact, she was VERY little.
Junie B. Jones’s bio said she was two pounds and a little over six years of age. Must be a error, I thought. I figured the numbers had been transposed and the little girl in the picture was actually 6 pounds in weight and two years old.
Still curious, I decided to drive over to the shelter just to take a look before they closed.
I found Junie B. resting over in a crate by the puppies.
And she sure was tiny.
Weighing in at just 2.9 pounds, Junie B. wasn’t looking too happy and wasn’t eating. Found as a stray in a big city alley, she’d just started meds for kennel cough that morning and was also recovering from several tooth extractions.
Yet I sensed a special sparkle beneath that sad expression as I held her shaking little body for a while.
I decided to put her on hold with a adoption specialist as it was near closing time. I needed to mull this adoption decision through overnight I thought.
I admit I was trying to talk myself out of an adopting later that evening. Junie B. was a little younger and definitely smaller than I was looking for, and with the way she was feeling I couldn’t really be sure of her temperament.
Yet there was that look of love Junie B. had given me as I held her. With much effort she had slowly raised her tiny head up as if to say, “Can you take me home?”
The following afternoon I returned to the shelter to check back on Junie B.
Still unsure of my final decision while walking into the building, I made my way back over by to the puppies where I found Junie B. still resting. She lifted her head again and looked at me straight in the eye.
It seemed as if she was smiling and had recognized me.
Or was I just imagining it, I wondered?
The two of us soon entered a small room to get reacquainted. A shelter volunteer stopped by to answer any additional medical questions I had. Then we both gave Junie B. treats that she happily accepted.
Afterwards, I waited on the busy adoption floor to speak to the next available adoption specialist. I soon found myself becoming a protective mother hen of Junie B. She was attracting a lot of attention from visiting children in the puppy area who were amazed at Junie B.’s tiny size, yet mature age.
I just wanted her to get some more sleep.
Suddenly I saw two female employees cut through the crowd to approach Junie B. The pair looked concerned. One of them opened her crate. A little nervous, I walked on over to see what was happening.
They appeared to be vet technicians checking in on Junie B., and they were trying to figure out why she still wasn’t eating.
“Oh, but she is,” I said as the taller of the two turned my direction. ”Junie B. was just enjoying some treats.”
I immediately recognized the pleasant face before me and remembered the distinctive voice.
It was Patty, the same woman who had cared so lovingly for my first chihuahua Greta at the boarding facility across town, and had now done the same for little Junie B.
Just as I started to reintroduce myself, we were joined by the adoption specialist. Soon all of us were smiling, and more than my eyes were moist as I told Patty how Greta had passed on and that I had put a hold in place on Junie B.
We all knew then and there that the sweet girl before us was going home with very lucky me.
As my new pup and I left, I was thinking what a gift it was that Greta received such great care years ago by one angel of a vet tech.
And I smiled, knowing how blessed I am today that Junie B. received such loving care by that very same vet tech.
Perhaps it’s even a miracle.